Ayo, Tony

[record scratch]

And ya don't quit

[Scotty Edge]

Well, it's the Brooklyn bums

Well, it's the dirty birds

Well, it's the Lordz of Brooklyn

Won't go back on our words (yeah)

Cause' we're pissing on the curbs (yeah)

Dishing out the dirt

Yo, someone's got to shout out to Bensonhurst

Bay Ridge Lordz rule

I might lose my cool

In a bar room brawl

Beat 'em down with a stool

I'm drunk it hit my head (head)

I'm pissed I'm turning red (red)

Well it's the Lordz of Brooklyn

If ya (fuck around you're dead)

E to the D to the G the E

Like the loan shark's muscle

[Admoney] Yo, I'll bust your fuckin' knees

With a bat or a pipe

In my parish that's a fight

Ya caught the Brooklyn fever on a (Saturday nite)

[Chorus]

(Come on!)

It's a Saturday nite

(Come on!)

It's a Saturday nite

(Come on!)

It's a Saturday nite

So bring the bats and the boys 'cause it's a (bar fight)

[Admoney]

Ayo, kick off your shoes, jump on the cock

It's the crazy white boy from a Brooklyn block

Standing on the corner drinking cheap (wine)

It's a Saturday nite, yo, let's all get (high)

Puffing on the blunts, sipping on the brews

Ya fuck with LOB, punk, yo, you lose

I'm out getting drunk, writing on the walls

Step to ADM If ya got the balls

I come full fisted swinging the (bat)

So tell me right now [nigga]

(Who's the mack)

In my Cadillac, running red lights

The cops on my tail

It's a (Saturday nite)

[Chorus]

(Come on!)

It's a Saturday nite

(Come on!)

Yeah, a Saturday nite

(Come on!)

Yo, it's a Saturday nite

So bring your hoes and your blade 'cause it's a (bar fight)

[Kaves]

I got the Saturday nite (fever)

Word to mamma mia

I'm that crazy LOB-a

It's my pizzeria

Connected like Sinatra

The phantom of the opera

The turnstile hopper

[Admoney] Fuck those coppers

I got the Dean Martin style

[Dino Botz] Shoo bee doo bee doo

I got the drunken flow

[Dino Botz] From the Budweiser brew

Swinging on the cable like I'm Tony Manero

The ginny gang plank is called the Verrazano

Like Lucky Luciano with the Tommy Gun

I never leave the body till the job is done (damn)

Won't be late for dinner 'cause I'm mommy's son

And like my pop said, never turn and run

[Scotty Edge]

Let's leave 'em laid out, lights out

Kissing on the pavement [kiss sound]

Well it's the Edge One, ADM, and the Kaves and

Paulie Two Times and my man Dino Botz

And we're the Lordz of Brooklyn and we ain't got gotz

[Chorus]

(Come on!)

It's a Saturday nite

(Come on!)

It's a Saturday nite

(Come on!)

It's a Saturday nite

Bring the bat, the pipe, 'cause it's a (bar fight)